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A/n: So sorry for the long wait. I was so busy with all my other stories, I had ideas for those stories and people like them and stuff like that. So sorry for the long update here. But here is chap. 5 and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 5

Jacqui sat listening to Peter and his father, occasionally answering questions that Peter's father would ask her. "So. Jacqui do you have any brothers or sisters?" Peter's father asked. Jacqui shook her head. "no…my parents never had a child other than me, I've heard them say that im their only child and will stay the only child. But I hope they will change their minds." Jacqui explained. Sometimes Jacqui would go into her own world, tune out all the voices around her. She tuned out Peter's and his fathers voices and started to hum to herself. She started to hum "think of me."

"Jacqui?" Peter asked when she wasn't answering his fathers questions. This was not a good idea, his father had a bad temper. This was proven to everyone. Especially him and Jacqui's parents. She was humming, she was humming, instead of listening to his father. This was not going to be good.

Erik did not understand, he was talking and this girl was not listening to him. The nerve of her, her eyes were closed and she appeared to humming. Humming? He listened closer and his eyes widened when he heard what she was humming. "Where did you hear that?" he asked breathlessly. She wasn't alive to be at "Hannibal". That seemed to snap Jacqui out of her trance. "huh? Oh the song…my mother always sang it to me when I was little." Peter slapped his forehead. "can you…can you sing it for me?" Erik asked.

"well i…I don't have a good voice." Jacqui said shyly. "Let me hear." He said. Jacqui looked at Peter who nodded. Jacqui took a deep breath and started to sing.

Think of me, think of me fondly

When we've said good bye

Remember me once in a while,

Please promise you'll try

When you find that once again

You long to take you're heart back and be free

Spare a thought for me.

Erik's jaw slightly dropped, she sounded exactly like Christine. Just a bit untrained. 'she couldn't possibly be the daughter of…' he shook his head not wanting to think about it.

We never said our love was evergreen

Or as unchanging as the sea.

But if you can still remember

Stop and think of me.

Think of all the things we've shared and seen

Don't think about the way things might have been.

Think of me, think of me waking

Silent and resigned.

Imagine me trying to hard

To put you from my mind.

Recall those days look back and all those times

Think of the things we'll never do

There will never be a day when I wont think of you.

Peter felt himself smiling. She had a beautiful voice and couldn't understand why she said she didn't. She always sang in front of him and he always complemented her, but she didn't believe him. But now she would have to, his father is a music professional. After all he did train her mother.

Jacqui stopped singing and looked at them. Peter's father had his mouth open and peter was smiling. She smiled and her cheeks turned a little pink. "You were…fabulous." Peter's father said. "oh thank you monsieur." Peter's father shook his head. "no…call me Erik."

Peter looked at his father strangely. He didn't let anyone call him Erik, and here he was letting his friend that he didn't know too long at all call him that.

"ok…umm Erik. Did you really think I was that good?" Jacqui asked. Erik nodded. "You have a beautiful voice it just needs to be trained. I would be willing to train you." Peter's eyes widened. 'oh no…not again.' Peter wouldn't allow anything like that to happen again. But then again why would his father fall in love with Jacqui. He had nothing to worry about. 'but he could be using her to get to Christine.' He started to get worried again.

"oh that would be splendid!" Jacqui explained. "what would my parents have to pay you?" She asked. "Nothing…I would do it for nothing. That's what I do. Especially for girls with wonderful voices like yours. Infact I trained a young girl like you once…she was a few years older than you though." Peter shook his head and went over to his father. "Father…please don't do this. Paris cant afford anything to happen again." Erik turned and glared at his son. "Peter…this girl is not Christine. No one could be Christine. I am just doing her a favor." He whispered harshly.

Jacqui cocked her head, at the two men argueing. She didn't hear what they were saying but she knew it was about her. She then realized something her parents would be worried about her. "Umm excuse me. I don't mean to be rude but my parents will be worried about me." Jacqui said. Peter nodded and went over to her. "im going to take her home ok?" Erik nodded and watched his son and Jacqui walk away. He would have to talk to her some other time about the lessons. He smiled and walked into his bedroom, he was looking forward to this.

A/n: End! Please Review! PLEase! End chapter not story so you don't get confused. Review and ill update! Sooner..! LOL.